Thousand Words Campaign: 28

Last Knight’s Cologne

The last knight’s cologne,

Was last night’s cologne

The smell of Mr. Daniels number five

Permeating like garbage on a hot summer day

It intoxicates me and like an autumn leaf

I’ll fall all over again.

I’ll become whisky-ed away by him

And we’ll perform our favorite dance

The tango. Or maybe it looks more like breakdancing

When it is over that aroma turns our beautiful story

Into a Shakespearian tragedy.

Blood stained wallpaper looks like a Monet

This is the story of us.

Fragmented up close but a perfect picture far away.

Which one of us is to blame?

It has been six months, three weeks, and two days

Today he smells like Dolce & Gabbana

And he is no longer in love.

I crave the feelings of before.

I’ll wait for him because I know he’ll return

Like he always does

So I bring out two glasses to and wait for my love to return.

by AL

find your swank. think insane. be urbane.

Thousand Words Campaign: 25

The Glory

The first day of the month brings the last of the life
The life that you dreamt for me that wonderful night
That wonderful night when my eyes took flight to soar high as a kite
High like the kite of expectations you filled with helium that would never deflate
That I would never debate, question. Or equate
Miss take your air from my lungs and replace
We don't breathe the same
I tried but there's not enough to expand my frame
Hope you can pay attention to my claim
You say its in my blood, how can I not be vein
Flowing with the current has always been a strain
Like it hurts my muscles when my mind dances like michael but you wish I was jermaine
Then I can't begin to vocalize how my heart bleeds on my sleeve, now that's a t.pain
And my life was so mundane that I went insane
So now you call me crazy because I'm showing my fangs
Stealing souls in the night by harnessing the darranged
Devouring the fat lady, listen to werewolf sang
And when success rises in the morning
I shall greet the elusive jezzabell with sweat pouring
And I will father the glory,
I've passed the test, ask maury

-Wally.Vega

Thousand Words Campaign : 19

Taxi Cab Confessions


I liked you.
In fact, I might of wifed you.
Like damn, I would have dyked you
And had you staying inside, like stripes do
When I leave for the summer, I would’ve skyped you
You had me feeling like diabetes, type 2
Had me weak like the third day of swine flu
Never thought you’d stoop that low, and then swine flew
I stuck my neck out, which is the easiest way to break
Because caring this much isn’t the easiest thing to fake
I feel like a vampire, expressing that my heart is at the stake
And if I kiss the sun my feelings will never graduate
So I’ll roam the underworld stealing souls to find mine
Until you stop running circles around me like serpentine
Honestly I’m not really itching to be your Valentine
But I am interested in soothing your fears, call me Sir Calamine
And given the circumstances, I’d rather take my time
Because love isn’t automatic, and I’m in four wheel drive
Moving mountains, but the bolder won’t slide
Your heart’s in a cave being tormented by the slaves
Shackled and chained, terrified that you’ll runaway
For the simple fact that they can’t let go of yesterday
Memories of how he set you free, then snatched the day
Shot out your sun, then passed away
Leave the widows near windows weeping like willows
Because this doesn’t happen much, outside of dreams on your pillow
Where a guy doesn’t pad his scratch like brillow
Who’s also worth the weight, like a kilo
But if you do not understand a word of this lingo
Just know that I think you’re the one, like a single.

-Wally.Vega